Swollen Members "valentine's day massacre" Lyrics

LYRICS

[Mad Child]

slightly schizophrenic borderline psychoticsensational recreational narcoticsI thought I lost it but I found ittemptation marches along till I'm surroundedinspired by fire the sensual illusioncaught between the crossfire anger and confusionhowl at the moon black blanket that's starlitim rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwantednot to be taken for grantedmy past has come back and haunted for realI've all ready danced with death. a dozen black rosesI pose with babies breathbe afraid a place where magic is madeI'll rain on your parade with silver razor bladesI'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yardmy mind states intensesavage penetration on the rocks with a twistnow scream and shake your fistscause dreams are made of this

[Thirdrail Vic]

for real the opposite transmit telepathicRoamin' the flats with automatics and back packsDoin' jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's Nigga please, you artificial

[Saafir]

You dropped somethin', it's your heartAn' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you from this existenceIt seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skinBut no way, because you fake I can trace out your imageEven though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' thatStay back at least 150 inches,You brew tea? an I know you know I can sense itWith the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenchesHenceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalpsSwingin' sleep out your mouthHow long you been hibernatin'? Too long!You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melonDroppin' grammar like a judges hammerI feel you mark, feel me feel your chartYou gotta be real an you gotta to have heartYou gotta to be real an you gots to have heart

[Prevail]

Stir the blur, nuts and bolts whirlStored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floorsShift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escapeWhen hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev createsSound break, concord, eye of the condorHand skills of a saboteur, your in forA war that pours coarse of molten into cordsStrung by the young ones, put me on tourNo folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores

[Big Nous]

Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon charactersGrafted from Africa, in this game you got no statureNot even a factor in thisWhole shit makes me yawnSnatch your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawnAntonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentalityHave ? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your SuburbanFallacy with no antidote, in this ? your age get brokeRunnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never rumin'Silver spoons crumbin' from flavourSoon there will be no overseer to save yaWhen I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a size 12National ? Soldiers, leakin' a swineA snake with no spine, I'll see you, I peeped youYou'll see blue, the fake:A quick death is your fateNow, I got shit to do